Salon quality nails without the salon quality small talk!
The award for best and worst year of my life has to go to the year 2012, specifically the summer of 2012.
I think I had some sort of mental breakdown because I definitely snapped. I left a job that wasn’t making me happy, broke up with my boyfriend who was making me insecure and anxious, and moved from a neighborhood I didn’t care for to the East Village--all within a three week period.
Although it seems like I purged all the things that were making my life miserable, at the time, I was completely devastated. I started a new job and spent the first week holed up at my college boyfriend’s place in Carroll Gardens because it was the only place I felt safe. He would come back from work and pour me Dwar’s on the rocks into a plastic Batman cup because I was “a superhero.”
Oh yeah, I also developed a really gross fungus on my right big toenail. It was seriously disgusting and I’m totally embarrassed to even be talking about it right now, but Marci has a water pistol to my head as I’m typing this and I don’t want to mess up my hair.
Anyway, about two-thirds of my toenail was a weird brown and gold color (I really wish I had a picture but I was too busy making grimaces at my toe to pull out a camera). So I went online to search for a good way to get rid of toenail fungus, and the internet came back with Vicks VapoRub, the mentholated stuff people rub on their chest when they have a cough.
I went out and got some, and when I got home, I showered and scrubbed my big toe in preparation for the treatment. I applied the VapoRub, let it set, put on a cotton sock and went to sleep.
The next morning I took a shower and prepared to apply again. (You’re supposed to apply the rub twice a day, preferably after a shower.) But to my horror, my nail began to PEEL OFF. The whole infected portion of my nail came off. To this day, it's the nastiest thing that has ever happened to me.
After I was finished being offended at my foot, I clipped off all the remaining infected pieces of my toenail and applied the rub to it anyway. It didn’t hurt, surprisingly.
Because it was summer and because I wasn’t supposed to keep my foot trapped in a shoe, I wore flip-flops and sandals. I told people that I violently stubbed my toe and that’s why most of my toenail was missing, and thanks for noticing, by the way, jerk.
I continued to apply Vicks VapoRub twice a day. The routine felt calming. It became something I looked forward to.
A healthy toenail eventually grew back, but it did take three or four months. Coincidentally, it took the same amount of time for me to also get over the events of the summer of 2012. It might have taken longer for my emotional wounds to heal if not for the VapoRub.
Just kidding, but it really did clear up the fungus.
Have you ever tried this? Did your toenail fall off, too, or is that just a coincidence?